Category: Story

  • Graphics from Marbles Mania, Depression, Michelangelo and Me
  • Tupperware boxes

    Tupperware boxes

    They never come back like lost socks, hair-ties, countless ballpoint pens Tupperware boxes handed out after parties for that morning snack, extra mithai, tomorrow’s lunch Monday night jolted me Searing pain A little boy in ‘trash pack’ pyjamas “You be brave” “No, you be brave” “Do you think they will keep you here forever?” “I…

  • The Blossom on the Bough by Anne Dowden

    The Blossom on the Bough by Anne Dowden

    Last year at the ISA (located in Amstelveen) I bought this second-hand book. The book was last issued from the library in 1995 and they had decided to part with it. I paid very little for it. Firstly, I love botanical drawings. The precision with which they are made is stunning. My pictures veer more towards…

  • PK after thodi si peeke

    PK after thodi si peeke

    Have the reviews and counter-reviews for PK died down? Because, in that case, now would be a good time to write down my thoughts about the movie. For starters: I did enjoy the film and here I will try to delve a little into why I was motivated to do so, amongst usual blog-like meanderings.…

  • Winter Sun and Yellow Things

    Winter Sun and Yellow Things

    Those who read this blog regularly know my fondness for Amstel Park. I have befriended each hidden corner, nook and cranny, secluded benches and ponds. I have read under its trees, played hide and seek between its bushes, ran through the maze, broken ice on its neglected fountains, eaten ice cream, bandaged scraped knees, criticized…

  • Paris in the rain

    Paris in the rain

    Saturday, January 10, 2015, I was to be in Paris for the day to meet poet and translator Marilyn Hacker. I had many questions about her experience with the ghazal and ghazal poets; she was generous enough to offer her day to me. On Monday 5th I booked my tickets to travel by the Thalys…

  • In Amsterdam

    In Amsterdam

    Some English ghazal’s really know how to say it: In Amsterdam.

  • Is my uneasiness nurtured or organic?

    Is my uneasiness nurtured or organic?

    The past few weeks I have been toying with the idea of getting an e-reader. Many of the books I need for my research and some of the books I want to read are located in and sold from places where shipping and handling charges are way over the price of the books themselves. I…

  • Going away – a visit to NIAS

    Going away – a visit to NIAS

    Our team at work went for an offsite to NIAS in Wassenaar. I wrote a small feature on the outing. I am sharing a snippet (the one which Purab made me read out again): Autumn is an extraordinary season. The trees laden with orange, brown and red, shed their leaves. Ripe with the experiences of the…